The Cure For PMS: Chocolate and Hot Sex

“JC, do you know someone named CG? She insists she knows you’re here.” The security guard for the studio complex spoke with JC in hushed tones over the phone while Clare cooled her heels in her car. “ She even knows what building.”

JC laughed. “A knock-out blonde in a dress driving a red Miatia convertible?”

“Um…roger that. And impatient as hell…” The guard said, trying not to be overheard.

“She knows I am here, because I told her. Let her in.”

Mere moments later, Clare entered the studio hallway with a bag of Chinese food cartons. She wore a cool-looking summer dress sprigged with delicate flowers. Each man she passed turned to look at the amount of silky legs reveled by the brevity of the dress. JC stepped out of the studio to see her coming towards him. He felt a sort of pride these men knew Clare was here to see him.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, CG?” JC asked when she reached him. “It’s only Wednesday.”

“It was a short day for me. I come bearing dinner.” She held out the bag.

“I see that.” He looked in the bag to see his favorites. Putting an arm around her, he guided her into the dimly lit studio.

Clare had never been in such a place. All the sound boards with switches and lights and such. Making music was as foreign to her as DOS probably was to JC.

“Guys, Clare is giving you a dinner break tonight,” JC told the two sound engineers. “Take a long dinner.”

With surprised murmurs, the men departed, fearing JC would change his mind.

“Slave driver,” Clare teased.

JC gave her an embarrassed smile. “I guess.”

“Is it really sound-proof?” Clare asked idly.

“The booth? Yeah.” He dug out one of the cartons and chopsticks. He leaned one hip against the console and began to eat.

“Can we try it out?”

Not really listening to her husky tone, he nodded. “Sure.”

She moved closer and ran one hand up the inside of his thigh.

“Clare…”

“I have a problem and I need your help.”

“Sure, honey.”

“JC.”

He lifted his gaze to hers and he saw the intense heat in her eyes. The chopsticks stopped halfway to his mouth, going back to the carton.

“You have a choice. Hot Chinese or hot sex.” She took the carton from his hand and set it aside. “I need you and chocolate.”

“Umm…chocolate?”

“PMS. It would be even better if you were dipped in chocolate so I could lick it all off of you…”

He groaned at that mental picture, growing immediately hard. “Cold Chinese.”

“Excellent choice, Mr. Chasez.” She backed towards the door and locked it. “I’m not into being watched.” Slowly she unbuttoned the front of her dress, making certain he watched. Inch by inch, she revealed the fact she wore nothing but the dress and sandals.

He licked his lips at the sight of her plump breasts with their rosy nipples, her flat stomach, and finally the blond curls between her legs. She was already swollen and ready. Damn! Was he drooling?

She dropped her gaze to the zipper straining to hold his generous erection. “Looks like you’ve got my cure.”

JC unfastened his jeans. Pushing them down with his shorts just enough to allow his manhood to spring loose. He was big and throbbing. It was Clare’s turn to lick her lips. “You look totally fuckable,” she announces as she pulled a condom from her dress pocket. “Have a seat.” She waved towards a chair.

Taking her hand, he led her into the glass booth. He sat on a chair, took the condom, then muttered, “All aboard.”

She didn’t hesitate. She mounted him quickly, gasping at his wonderful invasion.

He leaned forward to lick her flushed nipples. “I’ve never known a girl who needed less foreplay.”

“Foreplay is mostly in my mind.” She urged his head up for a steamy kiss. “I’ve been doing you all evening in my head.”

“Was it good?”

“It’s always good with you, JC.” Hooking the heels of her sandals in the side chair rungs, she began to move up and down slowly.

“Mmm…better than Mongolian Beef.” He put his hands under her to help her move. “Fuck…it’s better than anything I can think of—“

“Not chocolate.”

“For me it is.” He pushed his hips up.”

“Ahh!” Clare let out a breathless noise of appreciation.

Without separating their bodies, JC lifted her with him and placed her on the carpeted floor. He thrust hard and deep.

“Yesss!…”

He smiled down at the pure enjoyment on her face. He didn’t even have to ask. She liked it this way. Increasing his rhythm, he felt her strong legs wrap around his.

“Baby, you know just how…” There was a catch in her breath when her body began tensing.

“Nobody can hear you, honey. Just let it go,” he urged.

“JC!…” She clutched at his shoulders.

“C’mon, Clare, rock us.” He was practically slamming into her as she met the powerful surge of his hips. “Baby, make me feel it.”

“Oh, God!…JC…” Clare’s body bucked up once more as she shattered apart. “Jay…Cee!…”

With her walls clenching him, he was right behind her. “Bay…bee!…” He collapsed on her, his pants for oxygen echoing hers.

After a long moment of recovery, Clare asked, “Better than hot Chinese food?”

Lifting his head, he laughed. “Yeah.”

“JC, can you stay the nights this week?”

Rolling to his feet, he helped her stand. “As long as you don’t care what time I get there.”

“No. Whenever.” Her smile was like warm sunshine.

“What?”

“It’s the first time in a long time, I’ve been able to have more than my craving for chocolate satisfied.”

JC disposed of the condom and refastened his clothes before going to Clare. He began buttoning her dress. “Do I satisfy you, honey?”

“Uh-huh. And you’re not as fattening either.” She gave him a saucy grin.

“What we do certainly burns calories.”

“See? It’s a win-win situation.”

Once she was dressed, he led her back to the studio and picked up the carton of food again and began eating. “Not too cold.” Clare sat down and watched him eat. “Don’t you want some?”

She shook her head. “I’m not a big fan of Chinese take-out.”

“Then why didn’t you bring something else?”

“Because I know it’s what you like. When you are bribing someone you use the right bait.”

“Why were you bribing me?”

“Weekday conjugal visits.”

“Clare, all you had to do was pick up the phone. I don’t do weeknights, because I don’t want to bother you with the hours I keep.”

She seemed surprised. “You wouldn’t bother me. If I wake, then I wasn’t sleeping well to begin with. If I don’t, I can wake you in the morning and play with you.”

It almost sounded like she wanted him to move in! “I’ll pick up some stuff then drive out to the beach tonight.”

“Sounds good to me.” Clare rose and unlocked the door, preparing to leave. She looked over her shoulder at the somewhat rumpled JC. “Fuckable,” she said with a wink and was gone.

When JC pulled his car next to Clare’s in her driveway, he noticed that lights were on in the loft and downstairs. It looked as if she were waiting up for him. He grabbed his duffle in one hand and the large box of chocolates in the other. The front door wasn’t locked, so he let himself in. Clare was not in the kitchen or living room. He smiled at the thought of her waiting up for him, leaving lights on so he wouldn’t trip. Going to the loft, he found the bedding turned down but no Clare in the bedroom or the bath. Hmm…He left his bag in the bedroom and returned downstairs He knew one of the extra rooms had been converted to an office. He knocked on one door, then opened it. A spare bedroom. He knocked on the opposite door. “Clare?” There she sat at a wicker desk that faced a large window overlooking the ocean. Every fiber of her being was concentrating on the computer screen in front of her. He sighed. So much for a night of sin. She was working. “Clare,” he said softly, trying not to startle her.

Clare turned her head slightly to see JC standing in the doorway. “Oh, I should have called. What time is it?”

It was the first time he’d seen her in glasses. “Umm…nearly three.”

“Damn! I’m sorry, baby. I have to do this—“

“It’s cool, I understand. You and I keep odd hours.”

She gave him a grateful smile. “Makes us a good match.” She rose to come to him.

JC nearly swallowed his tongue. She wore a scarlet lace teddy. She had apparently been dressed for seduction when she had been drawn into work. “Wow! For me?”

Taking a quick glance down, she laughed. “I’d totally forgotten.”

“You look beautiful, honey girl.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “I can’t help your PMS with sex tonight, but maybe these will help.” He offered the box of chocolates.

“Oooh! Godiva! You’re a keeper.” She pressed a hard kiss on his mouth. “You go on upstairs. As soon as I finish, I’ll join you.”

“Would it do any good to tell you not to stay up all night?”

“None whatsoever.”

“Then I’ll save my breath.”

Just like that, he was forgotten as she returned to her desk and focused on her problem.

The sun was high in the sky when JC woke up. It had to be close to noon. Clare’s pillow indicated it hadn’t been slept on. So much for morning bed play…Pulling on his shorts, he went downstairs. His heart went soft when he found Clare asleep at her computer. “Honey.” He touched her shoulder. “Clare.”

She opened bleary eyes and smiled at him. “Hi, handsome.”

“Did you figure it out?” He pointed to the computer screen. “Are you done?”

“Huh?…Oh, yeah. I just didn’t have the energy to move.”

“Well, then…” Scooping her up carried her to bed.

“You joining me?” she asked with a yawn.

“No, you need to sleep and I’ve got to get going.”

“Oh…”

“I’ll be back tonight, so you get some rest.”

“I have a five o’clock…”

“Then you’d better set an alarm.”

She shook her head. “Maybe I’ll call Mary and tell her to reschedule.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“I’m sorry I ruined our plans.”

“You didn’t, honey. We’re both busy people who don’t work nine to five hours. If we can’t understand that about each other, we have no business being together.”

She lay back and closed her eyes. “Great sex. We’re together for great sex.”

JC took a shower and came back out to dress. Clare never woke. Was great sex all they had between them? He wondered as he watched her sleeping. Was that all?…

At dinnertime, JC called Clare’s house to see if she had joined the living.

“Hello, JC.”

“Feeling better?”

“I’m awake and functioning.”

“Did you reschedule that appointment?”

“No, I went and took care of it.”

“You must be ready to crash and burn then.”

“That depends on you.”

“Me?”

“Do you have any idea when you’ll get here tonight?”

“Are you sure you just don’t want to sleep?”

“Uh-huh.”

He picked up on her impish tone. “Still need me to scratch that itch?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wear that red thing?”

“I have more than one of those things.”

“I’ll try to leave early if we don’t get too immersed, okay?”

“I’ll be here waiting.”

“See you tonight, honey.”

Ringing off, JC looked at the men on the other side of the glass. “Let’s make it an early night, guys.”

“JC!” Clare exclaimed when he entered the house a little after eleven. She had been watching the news and had been surprised he was so early.

“Didn’t know how long those chocolates would hold you.” He came to sit beside her on the sofa.

“You didn’t have to leave the studio early because of my hormones.” She switched the television off with the remote and set it aside. “I didn’t have time to get into my naughty nightie yet.”

He took in the boxers and tanktop she wore. “Baby, you’re hot in anything.”

“Then I’ve been spending way too much on clothing!” She laughed and he smiled. “I’m sorry if you felt you had to come rescue me.”

JC lifted the heavy fall of her golden hair from her neck and dotted kisses along her nape. “I didn’t come just because of that, Clare. I came because I want to make love to you.”

His warm breath on her skin made her shiver with anticipation. He did it so easily. One big hand went to cover her breast, squeezing it tenderly, the thumb strumming over the taut nipple. The hand in her hair turned her head so their lips met. He took sips of her before covering her mouth with his. His tongue swept over hers, twisting and taunting. Her soft sigh of surrender caught in her throat as he pressed her down to the cushions. The heat of his body on hers was glorious; she reveled in his weight on her. Her hands tugged up the hem of his teeshirt so her hands could roam his back. Ripping his mouth from hers, he sprinkled kisses on her face, throat and shoulders. Finding her shirt an impediment, he lifted away from her long enough to discard it.

“You, too, lover,” Clare demanded huskily.

JC grinned and his shirt landed on the carpet. “We should take this party upstairs. I have no condoms…”

It was her turn to grin. Stretching to reach the side table drawer, she produced another box of condoms. She tossed it at him. “I believe in being prepared.”

He chuckled as he took one square package from the box. “That’s my CG.”

She smoothed her hands up his chest. “Now where were we?”

He came back to her, kissing her hotly, hungrily. Chest to breast, they let the friction between their bodies build. Moving his mouth down her throat, he left a trail of damp kisses between her breasts to her navel. Her loose boxers were easily removed. Leaving one hand behind to stroke her intimately, he set himself to devouring her sweetly straining nipples. Flushed and pebble-hard, he lapped at one as Clare squirmed and moaned softly. He tugged with his teeth as he flicked at the bud with his tongue before he sucked hungrily. All the while, his talented, long fingers entered her, teasing the jewel of her womanhood. His mouth moved to her other breast.

Clare buried her hands in his hair, pressing close, her tender thighs abraded by the rough fabric of his jeans. “JC…” She wanted him to end the fire in her veins, quench it.

“What do you want, Clare?” His mouth and body moved downward. His tongue took over from his fingers. His firm first lick had her gasping.

“Jace…Oh, yes!…”

He pushed her legs even farther apart, opening her for more pleasure. She twisted in his grip as his hands held her thighs firmly apart. She was open and vulnerable – and he pleasured her until she cried out his name, shuddering until she went limp. Before she could recover in the least, JC tore off his pants, sheathed himself and drove into her.

“Ahh!” Clare was jolted by his first surge.

With a wicked smile, he lifted her legs to his shoulders. “This is your cure, Clare,” he told her, continuing to drive into her defenseless body.

“The doctor is the house!” she taunted, pushing up on his downward movement.

“Who’d guess a delicate thing like you likes it deep?” He panted his question out. “And not so gentle.”

“As long as you know it…” She moaned softly, “Oh, baby, I more than like this…”

It was happening again. Her walls were tensing, readying for an explosion of fierce pleasure. Arching her back, she met him for one last thrust before she… “Yesss!” she cried out, digging her fingers into his back. She trembled uncontrollably, contracting violently around him. Milking him into a blinding eruption of his own.

“Damn, Clare!” he shouted as he released himself. For a long moment, they lay together, recovering from the earthquake within.

Finally, Clare spoke. “You’re going to have to come over earlier more often,” she mused.

JC chuckled and gazed down at her beautiful, contented face.

“How much time do you need to recuperate?” she asked.

“Just a few minutes.”

“Then I can get you to bed and have my wicked way with you?”

“Honey, I’m pretty sure you could give a dead man a boner,” he told her teasingly.

“No, not a dead man. Just you…Ooh!” She felt him suddenly pulse to life. “Is that a boner-to-be?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I like.”

“Guess I’ll just lie back and let you ride all night.”

“Okay!” she said brightly. Her impish open smile was all he needed.

Later, after Clare had worn herself and JC out with her ‘riding’ skills, she slept peacefully. Before he drifted off, JC wondered if she was this insatiable every month. Would she need another lover when he had to be gone? The idea bothered him more than he wanted it to.